mzrowan

Something bizarre happened to me last Thursday. Something I'm still not sure how to process.

I was flying home from Palo Alto and stopped at the airport for lunch. I asked for the gluten-free toast with my meal. When the woman working in the kitchen brought it to my table, I had a moment of optimism/relaxation/inattentiveness and didn't double-check that it *was* the gluten-free toast.

You can see where this is going. It wasn't gluten-free. And I didn't get suspicious until I'd eaten three quarters of it.

I've never had forewarning of a gluten attack before. I scoured the airport for a heating pad, to no avail. I took 800 mg of ibuprofen. And then I waited in dread for the agonizing cramps and diarrhea to come as my immune system declared my intestines Enemy #1. While on a plane for six hours.

I waited...and waited...and waited. The attack never came. There were no discernible effects. I'm totally weirded out. I've never heard of someone un-developing a food intolerance. Was it a fluke? Can I eat all the gluten I want now? Only small doses? Only if I take a whack of ibuprofen with it? Or...what?

I've decided to do a couple of small tests. First one, a Coffee Crisp bar, one of the things I've missed the most, sometime this week. Wish me luck!